Welcome to the

Creston Valley

Fall Fair

Friday, September 6 and Saturday, September 7

The Creston Valley Fall Fair acknowledges with respect and gratitude that our event is held in the unceded traditional territories of the Sinixt (Lakes), the Ktunaxa and the Secwepemc (Shuswap) peoples. We recognize the enduring presence of First Nations, Inuit and Métis people and we are grateful for the opportunity to live, learn, grow and work on these beautiful lands.

Fall Fair Events

Friday (2pm-10pm)

Draft Horse Chore Class
Opening Ceremonies
Grand Parade
Kid’s Tractor Pull
Kid’s Hobby Horse Jumping
Giant Pumpkin Weigh-in
Farmer’s Olympics
Line Dancing
Farmer’s Night Market

Saturday (9am-4pm)

Children’s Livestock Entry Parade
Gymkhana
Kid’s Tractor Pull
Draft Horses
Ponies vs Power
Farmer’s Market
Kid’s Hobby Horse Jumping and Barrel Racing
Watermelon Eating Contest
Awards Ceremony
Fall Fair Feast and Barn Dance


Plus….

  • Bouncy Castles
  • Face Painting
  • Dunk Tank
  • Kid’s Clay Table
  • Local Food Trucks
  • Beer Gardens
  • Live Music

Admission

  • Adults: $6
  • Adult Weekend Wristband: $12
  • Seniors/Students: $5 
  • Seniors/Students Weekend Wristband: $10
  • 5 and under: Free

Booklets available at...

  • Red Barn
  • Creston Valley Public Library
  • Home Hardware
  • Creston Card and Stationary
  • Creston Valley Visitor Centre
  • Pealow’s
  • Save-on Foods
  • Creston Valley Farmer’s Market
  • Morris Greenhouse and Flower Store
  • The Advance
  • Royal Bank
  • Electric Avenue
  • Golden Flour Bakery
 


Displays and Demos including:

  • HBZ Bee Display and Presentation
  • The Pottery on Canyon
  • Yarn Twisters’ Spinning and Weaving
  • Museum Displays

and more…

By the Wild-haired Corn

By Mary Oliver

I don’t know
if the sunflowers
are angels always
but surely sometimes.

Who, even in heaven
wouldn’t want to wear,
for awhile,
such a seed-face

and brave spine,
a coat of leaves
with so many pockets –
and who wouldn’t want

to stand for a summer day,
in the hot fields,
in the only country
of the wild-haired corn?

This much I know
when I see the bright
stars of their faces,
when I’m strolling nearby,

I grow soft in my speech,
and soft in my thoughts,
and I remember how everything will be
everything else,
by and by.